• There Will Come Soft Rains

    Sara Teasdale1884 - 1933

     

    There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, 
    And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
    
    And frogs in the pools singing at night,
    And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
    
    Robins will wear their feathery fire
    Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
    
    And not one will know of the war, not one
    Will care at last when it is done.
    
    Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
    If mankind perished utterly;
    
    And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
    Would scarcely know that we were gone. 


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